Sunset

The sunset of a selfhood

that no longer serves;

who you used to be, and 

who you're supposed 

to be: a blurring,

sun meeting sea. 

 

The hues of fire govern

the metamorphosis,

set the fictions 

of convenience

ablaze, so that

the ashes of

the perfunctory

may give rise 

to the manna

of discovery.

◄ Wishing Well

Phototropism ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Tue 21st Sep 2021 00:38

Thank you very much, Stephen G. and Stephen A., it really means a lot! 😊

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Stephen Atkinson

Mon 20th Sep 2021 22:50

Superb Holden 🌈

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 20th Sep 2021 21:27

A really lovely poem.

Holden Moncrieff

Mon 20th Sep 2021 14:17

Thank you so much for the kind comments, Stephanie and Rudyard, truly appreciated! 😊

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Rudyard Kooistra

Mon 20th Sep 2021 07:27

Like glass. A beauty!

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Stephanie Sampson

Mon 20th Sep 2021 02:41

Stunning. What a pleasure to read, thank you!

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